I've been a rake, and I've been a fool
I've been as of late enfant terrible
Whatever that means
I keep doing my bad, "Drunk Billy Bragg"
in front of everyone

All the empty pockets in the world
I can't even afford to sleep on your floor

I've got this cursed rope around my neck
And an unquenched thirst to pull on both ends
Until this all ends

But I won't and never will
I'm goodbye curious
But I've her, and her, and her, and her, and him still

Of all the empty pockets in the world
I can't even afford to complain anymorе

I know I'm lucky to have this coat
Empty pocket and holed

But I'vе got this cursed rope around my neck
Was it worth it?
I can't explain it, but yes